Contagious
Title: Contagious
Pairing: Onew/Key
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Why yes this is a sequel to Condition written by goyangi 8] … stfu she feeds my muse :(
Fan: [Onew] I’m Onew Condition
Key: Me too
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Today was the day that Key had been pushed over the edge. Completely.
He didn’t know how it had happened. Really, there was no plausible, reasonable explanation. Tears gathered in his eyes as he stared down at the mess that was supposed to be breakfast, all burnt and charred and sticking to every surface that it had spilled onto.
His shoulders shook and he tried to choke back the sobs that were trying to split from his lips but damn, really? Like honestly, seriously?
The Almighty Kim Keybum had just burnt breakfast.
He had burnt it beyond recognition.
To him, that was the final straw. That was the last thing that he could fuck up horribly, the worst thing - he could deal with stubbing his toe on the couch every morning, he could deal with knocking his elbows into door jams, he could deal with slipping on the door handle and running face-first into said door. That was all minor stuff that he could deal with but when it came to the well-being of his band mates, when it came to their empty stomachs, that was absolutely the last straw.
“LEE JINKI!!”
Everyone had already been gathering in the kitchen in confusion with the smell of burnt food lingering in the air, some smoke curling up by the ceiling as the fan sucked it up and the cracked screen door to the balcony ushered the poison out. But with Key’s sudden shout three boys jumped back in surprise, and one nearly shrank against the wall.
“But hyung, Jinki didn’t-”
“Not now Taemin.” Key turned on his heel and stalked towards Jinki, intent on one thing.
Jinki had been the one to cause it, the one that started it all in the first place, with his stupid sangtae being contagious and literally rubbing off on Key and - well surely that meant that Jinki was also the cure for it? Like when you went to go flu shots, they injected you with the virus along with an antidote to get your body immune to it or whatever. So obviously that meant while Jinki was the cause for this stupid condition, he was also the cure.
Or maybe Key’s hunger for the older boy had just reached such intense heights that he couldn’t fucking contain himself any longer and was going to use any excuse to just molest the hell out of the leader.
Jinki shrunk back into the wall, looking like fight or flight was about to kick in, but Key saw his eyes, he knew how to read those dark pools that glinted in a slight hunger for the younger boy. Key fisted the collar of Jinki’s flimsy pajama shirt, shoving him against the wall, the rage just sort of ebbing out from his fingers and controlling his movements. He wasn’t really angry.
Oh no, he was livid.
This needed to stop and he was going to make it come to an end if it was the last thing he did.
So, he glared at Jinki for a few seconds, breathing heavily and deeply to try and gather his thoughts, before he ripped the older boy off of the wall and dragged him towards the bedroom, Jinki barely putting up a fight and Key caught that small smirk that danced on the leader’s lips.
“No one come into this room while we’re inside it or so help me God YOU will burn on that stove top!”
Key slammed the door behind himself and Jinki and the three remaining boys stared at the mess Key had left behind, before Jonghyun spoke up.
“… Wanna go over to Super Junior’s dorm for breakfast?”
The other boys nodded, and they shuffled out of the dorm in search for edible food.
--
In the bedroom, however, was a different story.
“Kibum-”
“Don’t talk.”
Key shoved Jinki down onto the leader’s bed, and the older boy scrambled back a bit, looking like he was half afraid and half incredibly aroused. While it was actually kind of an endearing expression, Jinki looking flustered and confused and aroused all at once, Key had bigger fish to fry.
Actually he really didn’t, he was going to fuck Jinki into oblivion but he couldn’t give his game away so quickly.
“You’re going to fix this,” Key said, gesturing to himself, and Jinki merely blinked owlishly and flapped his lips a few time like he didn’t know what Key was talking about. Key huffed and stepped forward, reaching out to hit Jinki’s shoulder, making the older boy fall back on the bed. “You! You completely messed me up! And I said I would deal with it but you saw that mess on the stove out there! This is completely fucked up!”
By now Jinki looked a bit hurt. Because Key had said that he’d deal with it, he had made that subtle promise to Jinki and Key knew exactly what this looked like.
Oh, if only Jinki knew.
Key pushed Jinki again and the older fell back onto the bed, a swift exhalation of his lungs audible in the soft ‘woosh’ that left his lips. The rapper crawled over Jinki and straddled his hips and now the look on Jinki’s face was absolutely priceless; confusion and hurt and the slight glint of maybe a bit of recognition in his eyes as Key loomed over him, leaning down to whisper hotly in the man’s ear.
“You’re going to fix this… by fucking me.”
His reasoning didn’t need to be explained but maybe Jinki didn’t even need an explanation, as he grabbed Key’s hips and bucked his own up, grinding the other down onto his lap as his head turned so his lips and teeth could attach to Key’s neck. Key let out a strangled moan, his arousal already half-mast before but now standing at full attention with Jinki’s rough administrations.
“God, yes,” Jinki breathed, and soon their positions were flipped as the leader’s big hands practically ripped the shirt right off of Key’s body, the cold air that suddenly hit the rapper’s chest causing him to gasp. Jinki’s lips attached themselves to one of Key’s nipples and sucked, nibbling and biting and making Key’s fingers reach up and tangle into auburn locks, tugging on them and encouraging more from that mouth.
Key whined a little bit and bucked his hips, one of Jinki’s hands moving down to palm his erection through his loose pajama pants. The air suddenly seemed to constrict around Key’s throat and his oxygen supply was starved, lungs gasping for air when he realized that it was Jinki’s fingers that had encircled the slender column. Color flashed behind closed lids and Key let out a strangled moan, Jinki’s fingers disappearing before reappearing at his lips. Without even thinking Key sucked them into his mouth, his tongue performing the dirtiest fellatio on them that he could muster. Jinki groaned, hot and heavy, the breath washing over Key’s chest and Key squirmed, his cock straining and tenting his pajama pants as his toes curled and he all but writhed on the bed.
Jinki pulled his fingers from Key’s mouth and the rapper didn’t think he had been sucking that hard, but when a ‘pop’ sounded from his lips he flushed slightly. Cool air hit his hips, his thighs, his cock and then his legs as Jinki ripped his pants from his body and tossed them aside; Key cracked his eyes open and glanced down at Jinki, finding the older boy shirtless, muscles rippling with barely restrained excitement as he skated lower down Key’s body, his thick lips tracing around the base of Key’s arousal.
Whimpering, Key’s body rolled, starting from his chin, his chest popping up with the movement, arms splaying at his sides, his hips lifting a bit before descending back onto the bed, effectively sliding his cock into the junction of Jinki’s neck where it met his collarbone. Licking his lips, Key’s chest stuttered with his choked breaths and soon wet heat enveloped his cock and God, Jinki had sucked his dick once before and his lips looked so good, still ridiculously plump and red and looking more than perfect when stretched around Key’s cock.
But Key wasn’t looking down at Jinki, the vision was imprinted in his mind and his fingers tangled in auburn locks, hips thrusting up into the heat that was surrounding his cock and God his loins throbbed all over and he now finally understood that ache that could never be satisfied, his mind finally registered it as emptiness inside of him as he bucked up into Jinki’s mouth.
He felt something slick and solid pressing against his entrance, though, and it all clicked together. Jinki hummed around the dick in his mouth and Key shifted his hips, the finger pushing past the first ring of muscles and Key knew it should have hurt, it should have been uncomfortable but… fuck, he wanted more.
“Fuck, Jinki, hurry,” he panted aloud, his hips shifting and wriggling more, sucking that finger in deeper and spasming in anticipation for a second finger.
Jinki hesitated and Key could feel it in the way his body tensed and then relaxed, before he slowly pushed in a second finger. He could feel the slide, centimeter by centimeter and it wasn’t enough, Key wanted more, he needed more, his body craved for more, hot flashes racing through his limbs and sparking out his fingertips and God damn it he just needed more.
Finally Jinki got the hint though and his fingers were removed and instead of crying out at the loss Key merely spread his legs wider and glanced down, eyes glazed over with lust and his body shuddering as he saw the look of mild fascination on Jinki’s face, his lips plump and more swollen than before. The older man spit into his hand and jerked himself a few times and Key groaned at the sight; fuck, Jinki was a yutz but there was nothing sexier than a hot and bothered Jinki, his cheeks flushed and his toned chest moving with his breaths, his abdomen flexing with tightly coiled pleasure that Key knew was lingering beneath the surface.
Jinki grabbed Key’s legs by the underside of his knees and yanked Key forward easily, like he weighed nothing, barely concealed muscles rippling under his arms as Key let out a surprised squeak. Key’s legs wrapped around Jinki’s waist and Jinki hunched over the younger boy, the tip of his fat dick scorching hot against the tightness of Key’s hole. The rapper didn’t hold on to Jinki, in fact he didn’t touch Jinki at all and Jinki didn’t touch Key, either, the only point of contact being the press of the older man’s cock against Key’s entrance.
Key exhaled and Jinki took that opportunity to slam home, driving his thick cock all the way home, and even with Key’s relaxed body the rapper tensed and cried out, his hands finally reaching up to grab at Jinki’s biceps, nails digging into the caramel flesh as hot tears gathered in his eyes and it hurt, it really did but fuck it was a good hurt and Key couldn’t help but shift and wriggle his hips, drawing Jinki in deeper. Jinki sucked in a breath and his big hands moved to Key’s slender hips, curling around the rapper’s waist as he pulled out a fraction and pushed back in, their moans in unison and different pitches as the sensations washed over them.
“Fuck, Jinki, hurry the fuck up,” Key hissed, barely able to contain his impatience.
But Jinki chuckled and smirked, licking those fat lips and leaving them moist with saliva as he moved again, only slower this time.
Growling, Key lifted his torso up and used all of his strength to upset Jinki’s balance, throwing him down onto the bed while still managing to stay attached to the other’s dick, landing atop him and sinking down in a new way that made his body tremble and his eyelids flutter and his lips part in a silent scream.
Jinki’s hands ran over Key’s thighs in encouragement, not deterred that Key had taken control of the situation, his hips bucking up into the younger slightly. Key situated his legs and lifted himself up a bit before he dropped down onto Jinki’s cock and his hands rested on Jinki’s chest to support himself as he started to bounce on Jinki’s dick, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing in their ears, occasionally punctuated by Key’s soft whimpers as he greedily fucked himself on Jinki’s cock.
Big hands slid up Key’s thighs to his hips to his waist to his chest to his shoulders and back down again, Jinki’s eyes following the invisible trail and scalding the rapper’s skin as he bit his lip and continued to ride the older boy, his thighs starting to quake and tremble from the pressure but damn it felt so good he didn’t want to stop.
Jinki sat up and wrapped his arms around Key’s body and stilled his movements and Key whimpered, wriggling his body and shifting to try and get friction, but Jinki nipped harshly at his collar bone.
“Impatient,” Jinki mumbled against the skin and Key growled, his hands gripping at Jinki’s shoulders to try and throw the older down against the bed once more.
But Jinki wasn’t going to have that - he overpowered Key and grabbed his wrists, flipping their positions once more, making Key’s head spin as he connected with the mattress, and Jinki threw one of Key’s limber legs over his shoulder and rolled the stunned Key on his side, and then slammed into the tight space. Key howled at the new angle, at the absolutely perfect penetration with his body spread so wide open that Jinki could see everything and fuck it was amazing, Jinki forcing into him with increasing intensity and Key knew he’d be sore later but he couldn’t give a fuck.
He could only lay pliant and let Jinki drive into him and just revel in all of the sensations shooting through his body. Stars were exploding behind his closed lids and he cracked his eyes open, his vision slightly blurry before it focused on Jinki; Jinki, who was biting his thick bottom lip with his perfect white teeth - Jinki, whose muscles were flexing with every thrust forward, muscles that Key knew existed but never cared to actually admire and damn, who knew such a squishy guy was hiding such beefy treasures? - Jinki, with sweat dripping down the side of his face as his body flushed - Jinki, whose fat dick was appearing and reappearing repeatedly as a look of concentrated ecstasy and awe spread over his features.
Key’s body tightened reflexively as the heat coiled and sprang and his body tensed as the first waves of orgasm rolled through him, and he clawed at the bed sheets as climax overtook his body and made his mind go blank, a hoarse cry leaving his throat as his cum spilled onto the sheets and onto his stomach. Jinki let out a choked cry and moaned out Key’s name, and the rapper felt his inside temperature spike for a split second before Jinki pulled back and sat on his haunches, Key’s leg slipping from his shoulder and falling to the bed limply.
“Mmmm…” Key hummed in satisfaction, the ache in his backside more comforting and pleasing than anything as he rolled over and reached out to pull Jinki down for a lazy, slightly sloppy kiss. “That was amazing.”
Jinki smiled into the kiss and Key sucked on his lower lip, nibbling on it slightly.
“Do you think you’re cured?” Jinki asked, trailing his lips down Key’s jaw, the younger sighing in appreciation and tilting his head a bit.
“Pretty sure, yeah.”
Feeling the wetness dribbling down his crack and his thighs, though, Key winced and sat up so he could grab a towel out of the hamper, but his ankle got caught in the duvet and he careened forward, crashing onto the floor in a heap with a squawk.
“GOD DAMN IT.”
Jinki grinned from up on the bed, “Maybe we should go for another round?”
Key sprang up and pounced onto the leader, “Maybe it was supposed to be the other way around!”
Jinki paled as Key pinned him to the bed, and then started flailing and screaming for his life, his cries for help and Key’s malicious laughter unheard by anyone.
Except maybe the neighbors, who merely turned up the volume on their television.
Pairing: Onew/Key
Rating: NC-17
A/N: Why yes this is a sequel to Condition written by goyangi 8] … stfu she feeds my muse :(
Fan: [Onew] I’m Onew Condition
Key: Me too
--
Today was the day that Key had been pushed over the edge. Completely.
He didn’t know how it had happened. Really, there was no plausible, reasonable explanation. Tears gathered in his eyes as he stared down at the mess that was supposed to be breakfast, all burnt and charred and sticking to every surface that it had spilled onto.
His shoulders shook and he tried to choke back the sobs that were trying to split from his lips but damn, really? Like honestly, seriously?
The Almighty Kim Keybum had just burnt breakfast.
He had burnt it beyond recognition.
To him, that was the final straw. That was the last thing that he could fuck up horribly, the worst thing - he could deal with stubbing his toe on the couch every morning, he could deal with knocking his elbows into door jams, he could deal with slipping on the door handle and running face-first into said door. That was all minor stuff that he could deal with but when it came to the well-being of his band mates, when it came to their empty stomachs, that was absolutely the last straw.
“LEE JINKI!!”
Everyone had already been gathering in the kitchen in confusion with the smell of burnt food lingering in the air, some smoke curling up by the ceiling as the fan sucked it up and the cracked screen door to the balcony ushered the poison out. But with Key’s sudden shout three boys jumped back in surprise, and one nearly shrank against the wall.
“But hyung, Jinki didn’t-”
“Not now Taemin.” Key turned on his heel and stalked towards Jinki, intent on one thing.
Jinki had been the one to cause it, the one that started it all in the first place, with his stupid sangtae being contagious and literally rubbing off on Key and - well surely that meant that Jinki was also the cure for it? Like when you went to go flu shots, they injected you with the virus along with an antidote to get your body immune to it or whatever. So obviously that meant while Jinki was the cause for this stupid condition, he was also the cure.
Or maybe Key’s hunger for the older boy had just reached such intense heights that he couldn’t fucking contain himself any longer and was going to use any excuse to just molest the hell out of the leader.
Jinki shrunk back into the wall, looking like fight or flight was about to kick in, but Key saw his eyes, he knew how to read those dark pools that glinted in a slight hunger for the younger boy. Key fisted the collar of Jinki’s flimsy pajama shirt, shoving him against the wall, the rage just sort of ebbing out from his fingers and controlling his movements. He wasn’t really angry.
Oh no, he was livid.
This needed to stop and he was going to make it come to an end if it was the last thing he did.
So, he glared at Jinki for a few seconds, breathing heavily and deeply to try and gather his thoughts, before he ripped the older boy off of the wall and dragged him towards the bedroom, Jinki barely putting up a fight and Key caught that small smirk that danced on the leader’s lips.
“No one come into this room while we’re inside it or so help me God YOU will burn on that stove top!”
Key slammed the door behind himself and Jinki and the three remaining boys stared at the mess Key had left behind, before Jonghyun spoke up.
“… Wanna go over to Super Junior’s dorm for breakfast?”
The other boys nodded, and they shuffled out of the dorm in search for edible food.
--
In the bedroom, however, was a different story.
“Kibum-”
“Don’t talk.”
Key shoved Jinki down onto the leader’s bed, and the older boy scrambled back a bit, looking like he was half afraid and half incredibly aroused. While it was actually kind of an endearing expression, Jinki looking flustered and confused and aroused all at once, Key had bigger fish to fry.
Actually he really didn’t, he was going to fuck Jinki into oblivion but he couldn’t give his game away so quickly.
“You’re going to fix this,” Key said, gesturing to himself, and Jinki merely blinked owlishly and flapped his lips a few time like he didn’t know what Key was talking about. Key huffed and stepped forward, reaching out to hit Jinki’s shoulder, making the older boy fall back on the bed. “You! You completely messed me up! And I said I would deal with it but you saw that mess on the stove out there! This is completely fucked up!”
By now Jinki looked a bit hurt. Because Key had said that he’d deal with it, he had made that subtle promise to Jinki and Key knew exactly what this looked like.
Oh, if only Jinki knew.
Key pushed Jinki again and the older fell back onto the bed, a swift exhalation of his lungs audible in the soft ‘woosh’ that left his lips. The rapper crawled over Jinki and straddled his hips and now the look on Jinki’s face was absolutely priceless; confusion and hurt and the slight glint of maybe a bit of recognition in his eyes as Key loomed over him, leaning down to whisper hotly in the man’s ear.
“You’re going to fix this… by fucking me.”
His reasoning didn’t need to be explained but maybe Jinki didn’t even need an explanation, as he grabbed Key’s hips and bucked his own up, grinding the other down onto his lap as his head turned so his lips and teeth could attach to Key’s neck. Key let out a strangled moan, his arousal already half-mast before but now standing at full attention with Jinki’s rough administrations.
“God, yes,” Jinki breathed, and soon their positions were flipped as the leader’s big hands practically ripped the shirt right off of Key’s body, the cold air that suddenly hit the rapper’s chest causing him to gasp. Jinki’s lips attached themselves to one of Key’s nipples and sucked, nibbling and biting and making Key’s fingers reach up and tangle into auburn locks, tugging on them and encouraging more from that mouth.
Key whined a little bit and bucked his hips, one of Jinki’s hands moving down to palm his erection through his loose pajama pants. The air suddenly seemed to constrict around Key’s throat and his oxygen supply was starved, lungs gasping for air when he realized that it was Jinki’s fingers that had encircled the slender column. Color flashed behind closed lids and Key let out a strangled moan, Jinki’s fingers disappearing before reappearing at his lips. Without even thinking Key sucked them into his mouth, his tongue performing the dirtiest fellatio on them that he could muster. Jinki groaned, hot and heavy, the breath washing over Key’s chest and Key squirmed, his cock straining and tenting his pajama pants as his toes curled and he all but writhed on the bed.
Jinki pulled his fingers from Key’s mouth and the rapper didn’t think he had been sucking that hard, but when a ‘pop’ sounded from his lips he flushed slightly. Cool air hit his hips, his thighs, his cock and then his legs as Jinki ripped his pants from his body and tossed them aside; Key cracked his eyes open and glanced down at Jinki, finding the older boy shirtless, muscles rippling with barely restrained excitement as he skated lower down Key’s body, his thick lips tracing around the base of Key’s arousal.
Whimpering, Key’s body rolled, starting from his chin, his chest popping up with the movement, arms splaying at his sides, his hips lifting a bit before descending back onto the bed, effectively sliding his cock into the junction of Jinki’s neck where it met his collarbone. Licking his lips, Key’s chest stuttered with his choked breaths and soon wet heat enveloped his cock and God, Jinki had sucked his dick once before and his lips looked so good, still ridiculously plump and red and looking more than perfect when stretched around Key’s cock.
But Key wasn’t looking down at Jinki, the vision was imprinted in his mind and his fingers tangled in auburn locks, hips thrusting up into the heat that was surrounding his cock and God his loins throbbed all over and he now finally understood that ache that could never be satisfied, his mind finally registered it as emptiness inside of him as he bucked up into Jinki’s mouth.
He felt something slick and solid pressing against his entrance, though, and it all clicked together. Jinki hummed around the dick in his mouth and Key shifted his hips, the finger pushing past the first ring of muscles and Key knew it should have hurt, it should have been uncomfortable but… fuck, he wanted more.
“Fuck, Jinki, hurry,” he panted aloud, his hips shifting and wriggling more, sucking that finger in deeper and spasming in anticipation for a second finger.
Jinki hesitated and Key could feel it in the way his body tensed and then relaxed, before he slowly pushed in a second finger. He could feel the slide, centimeter by centimeter and it wasn’t enough, Key wanted more, he needed more, his body craved for more, hot flashes racing through his limbs and sparking out his fingertips and God damn it he just needed more.
Finally Jinki got the hint though and his fingers were removed and instead of crying out at the loss Key merely spread his legs wider and glanced down, eyes glazed over with lust and his body shuddering as he saw the look of mild fascination on Jinki’s face, his lips plump and more swollen than before. The older man spit into his hand and jerked himself a few times and Key groaned at the sight; fuck, Jinki was a yutz but there was nothing sexier than a hot and bothered Jinki, his cheeks flushed and his toned chest moving with his breaths, his abdomen flexing with tightly coiled pleasure that Key knew was lingering beneath the surface.
Jinki grabbed Key’s legs by the underside of his knees and yanked Key forward easily, like he weighed nothing, barely concealed muscles rippling under his arms as Key let out a surprised squeak. Key’s legs wrapped around Jinki’s waist and Jinki hunched over the younger boy, the tip of his fat dick scorching hot against the tightness of Key’s hole. The rapper didn’t hold on to Jinki, in fact he didn’t touch Jinki at all and Jinki didn’t touch Key, either, the only point of contact being the press of the older man’s cock against Key’s entrance.
Key exhaled and Jinki took that opportunity to slam home, driving his thick cock all the way home, and even with Key’s relaxed body the rapper tensed and cried out, his hands finally reaching up to grab at Jinki’s biceps, nails digging into the caramel flesh as hot tears gathered in his eyes and it hurt, it really did but fuck it was a good hurt and Key couldn’t help but shift and wriggle his hips, drawing Jinki in deeper. Jinki sucked in a breath and his big hands moved to Key’s slender hips, curling around the rapper’s waist as he pulled out a fraction and pushed back in, their moans in unison and different pitches as the sensations washed over them.
“Fuck, Jinki, hurry the fuck up,” Key hissed, barely able to contain his impatience.
But Jinki chuckled and smirked, licking those fat lips and leaving them moist with saliva as he moved again, only slower this time.
Growling, Key lifted his torso up and used all of his strength to upset Jinki’s balance, throwing him down onto the bed while still managing to stay attached to the other’s dick, landing atop him and sinking down in a new way that made his body tremble and his eyelids flutter and his lips part in a silent scream.
Jinki’s hands ran over Key’s thighs in encouragement, not deterred that Key had taken control of the situation, his hips bucking up into the younger slightly. Key situated his legs and lifted himself up a bit before he dropped down onto Jinki’s cock and his hands rested on Jinki’s chest to support himself as he started to bounce on Jinki’s dick, the sound of skin slapping on skin echoing in their ears, occasionally punctuated by Key’s soft whimpers as he greedily fucked himself on Jinki’s cock.
Big hands slid up Key’s thighs to his hips to his waist to his chest to his shoulders and back down again, Jinki’s eyes following the invisible trail and scalding the rapper’s skin as he bit his lip and continued to ride the older boy, his thighs starting to quake and tremble from the pressure but damn it felt so good he didn’t want to stop.
Jinki sat up and wrapped his arms around Key’s body and stilled his movements and Key whimpered, wriggling his body and shifting to try and get friction, but Jinki nipped harshly at his collar bone.
“Impatient,” Jinki mumbled against the skin and Key growled, his hands gripping at Jinki’s shoulders to try and throw the older down against the bed once more.
But Jinki wasn’t going to have that - he overpowered Key and grabbed his wrists, flipping their positions once more, making Key’s head spin as he connected with the mattress, and Jinki threw one of Key’s limber legs over his shoulder and rolled the stunned Key on his side, and then slammed into the tight space. Key howled at the new angle, at the absolutely perfect penetration with his body spread so wide open that Jinki could see everything and fuck it was amazing, Jinki forcing into him with increasing intensity and Key knew he’d be sore later but he couldn’t give a fuck.
He could only lay pliant and let Jinki drive into him and just revel in all of the sensations shooting through his body. Stars were exploding behind his closed lids and he cracked his eyes open, his vision slightly blurry before it focused on Jinki; Jinki, who was biting his thick bottom lip with his perfect white teeth - Jinki, whose muscles were flexing with every thrust forward, muscles that Key knew existed but never cared to actually admire and damn, who knew such a squishy guy was hiding such beefy treasures? - Jinki, with sweat dripping down the side of his face as his body flushed - Jinki, whose fat dick was appearing and reappearing repeatedly as a look of concentrated ecstasy and awe spread over his features.
Key’s body tightened reflexively as the heat coiled and sprang and his body tensed as the first waves of orgasm rolled through him, and he clawed at the bed sheets as climax overtook his body and made his mind go blank, a hoarse cry leaving his throat as his cum spilled onto the sheets and onto his stomach. Jinki let out a choked cry and moaned out Key’s name, and the rapper felt his inside temperature spike for a split second before Jinki pulled back and sat on his haunches, Key’s leg slipping from his shoulder and falling to the bed limply.
“Mmmm…” Key hummed in satisfaction, the ache in his backside more comforting and pleasing than anything as he rolled over and reached out to pull Jinki down for a lazy, slightly sloppy kiss. “That was amazing.”
Jinki smiled into the kiss and Key sucked on his lower lip, nibbling on it slightly.
“Do you think you’re cured?” Jinki asked, trailing his lips down Key’s jaw, the younger sighing in appreciation and tilting his head a bit.
“Pretty sure, yeah.”
Feeling the wetness dribbling down his crack and his thighs, though, Key winced and sat up so he could grab a towel out of the hamper, but his ankle got caught in the duvet and he careened forward, crashing onto the floor in a heap with a squawk.
“GOD DAMN IT.”
Jinki grinned from up on the bed, “Maybe we should go for another round?”
Key sprang up and pounced onto the leader, “Maybe it was supposed to be the other way around!”
Jinki paled as Key pinned him to the bed, and then started flailing and screaming for his life, his cries for help and Key’s malicious laughter unheard by anyone.
Except maybe the neighbors, who merely turned up the volume on their television.